Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
cv313,
The Motions,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.